No judgement is where it is at.
I want to participate in a blogosphere where we can post our comments, possibly even anonymously, and not worry about being called names. If a fearless environment is the goal, we should be able to voice our opinion, especially if that opinion is out of sync with someone else. I wish my blog and its shadow of a comment section could be like that tavern.
I get to my mural job and set up the scaffold and turn on the random shuffle. Elvis Costtello, Beth Orton, and The Aliens(mp3) are the stand out, stop-what-I'm-doing artists. As I'm standing in the focal point of the four walled mural, it occurs to me that I am creating the sensation of standing within an enormous camera obscura.
The mural can only "work" from one privileged focal point (actually three, but that is for another post). As the public walks past, or through the stairwell, there are three points where the mural snaps into cohesion. A step in any direction and the perspective begins to twist in a nauseating and cubist sort of way. It occurs to me that the vanishing point is Representation's crutch. Does that mean that Abstraction was invented when perspective was introduced? Who were those cats? Giotto wasn't it?